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Escaping The Femdom Dungeon

Escaping The Femdom Dungeon

by empressalice
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From the moment Daniel entered the Femdom Dungeon, he knew that this wasn't just another kinky BDSM club. It was the real deal. There were no fancy decorations or playful lighting to set the mood. It was a cold and hostile-looking warehouse with makeshift partition walls to create isolated areas. Fierce women in lavish outfits led naked men across the hard concrete floor by their leashes. Their condescending faces showed no signs of mercy for the exhausted men crawling behind them, desperately trying to keep up.

One of the secluded areas he passed by looked like a small kitchen with a dinner table, a fridge, and a microwave. Carefully peeking through the small entrance, he saw a curvy woman with long, curly blonde hair sitting at the table having dinner. But instead of sitting on the chair, she sat on a naked man's face, whose arms were chained to the legs of the chair. Her green alpine dress was lifted up, revealing her naked buttocks enveloping his face. The man grunted and twisted his body as the heavy woman calmly enjoyed her meal, completely oblivious to his struggle. His head was completely trapped between the surface of the chair and her large bottom. The relentless rattling of the chains intensified as the suffocating man started to panic.

"Will you shut up? I am trying to eat in peace," she scolded him, reaching for the whip on the table. With swift movements and cruel precision, she started lashing out to discipline her living chair. The man helplessly pulled on his chains and screamed his pain into her unyielding behind. Daniel couldn't help but flinch at the violent movements of the whip digging into the poor man's naked flesh.

"Who are you?" A stern voice suddenly caught him off guard.

After nervously turning around, Daniel saw a young woman with long black hair sizing him up. The small lady was wearing a tightly fitting red dress and elegant black gloves.

"I am new here. I was just looking around." Daniel stammered nervously, his eyes wandering around in an attempt to escape her intense, arresting gaze.

"I see," she replied with a serious face. "Remove your clothes."

Flustered by her directness, Daniel blushed as he struggled for words. "Do you mean right here or..."

Without warning, the petite but assertive lady slapped Daniel's face, interrupting his question.

"You will only respond to me with 'Yes, Miss Alice'." she ordered with calm intensity. "Do you understand?"

Daniel froze in shock and awe for the young lady's confidence.

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"Yes, Miss Alice!" he eagerly affirmed while hesitantly removing his clothes. Standing in the middle of this huge warehouse with his naked skin exposed made him feel weak and vulnerable, but something told him that this was the right thing to do.

"Now follow me." she instructed him, impatiently marching towards the opposite side of the warehouse.

Feeling the cold floor under his soles, Daniel obediently trailed behind her.

"On your knees, you idiot!" Miss Alice yelled at him before sighing in disappointment and continuing on her path.

Ashamed of his mistake and worried about annoying her, Daniel quickly dropped onto his knees and started crawling behind her. Despite the hard concrete floor hurting his knees, he tried his best to keep up with the feisty lady. Seeing her slim yet curvy body elegantly strutting in front of him, Daniel struggled with his thoughts to avoid getting an erection.

"You will serve Miss Dorothy." Miss Alice announced while leading him to a much cosier corner of the warehouse.

The large Persian carpet and two bright red sofas with a small antique coffee table in front of them looked out of place in front of the huge industrial warehouse wall, but the softer surface was a welcome change for his hurting knees.

A much older woman wearing a long flowery dress and a fancy derby hat sat on one of the sofas. Even though the large hat was covering most of her face, Daniel could estimate her age to be around 50.

"This is a new slave who just came in today. He is quite ugly, but he'll do." Miss Alice introduced Daniel to her.

"How lovely," the woman responded cheerfully. "What are you planning to do with him?"

"He will be yours. To replace the one that ran away last week." Miss Alice replied before directing her attention to Daniel.

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"If you disobey her or make any attempts to escape, I will make you regret it." She threatened him while stepping on his hand with one of her heels.

"Yes, Miss Alice!" Daniel quickly assured, his voice strained from the pain caused by her heel digging into the back of his hand.

"Don't worry, dear. We will get along just fine." Dorothy said calmly, her thin lips curving into a confident smile. "He seems like a good boy."

Still rubbing his hand to relieve the pain, Daniel respectfully kneeled next to the sofa in front of Miss Dorothy.

"You can start by massaging my feet." she said with a warm smile as she slipped her large feet out of her tight pumps and placed them onto the small coffee table. Daniel cautiously approached her meaty soles and started massaging them. The dry skin on her large feet felt quite rough on his hands, but he diligently performed his task without hesitation. Some oil or lotion would have been helpful, he thought to himself.

The mature woman quietly moaned as she leaned back and sank deeper into the sofa. "You're doing a great job, dear. Don't stop." she said softly but assertively.

Struggling to exert enough pressure to properly massage her thick feet, Daniel inched closer to the coffee table and straightened his back to allow for his weight to aid in the downward motions.

"You may also use your mouth." Miss Dorothy playfully remarked.

A quick glance at Miss Alice's stern face assured him that this was an order rather than an invitation.

Redirecting his gaze to Miss Dorothy's feet on the coffee table, Daniel slowly lowered his face towards her meaty toes and opened his mouth. Miss Dorothy giggled joyfully as his lips gently wrapper around her big toe. Her hard nails and rough skin softly scratched against the inside of his mouth as he sucked on her toes. Contemplating whether licking old women's crusty feet was really going to be his life from now on, he continued to obediently clean her soles with his tongue, slurping up all the dust and debris.

"I'll leave you two to it." He heard Miss Alice's voice, followed by the sound of her footsteps fading in the distance. The sharp clicking of her heels on the floor reminded him of the pain he could expect in response to any form of disobedience.

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